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Poetry
May 13, 2008 19:03:52 GMT -5
Post by GreenConverse on May 13, 2008 19:03:52 GMT -5
Anyone have any favorite poems or lyrics?
I'll start it off:
Invictus
"Out of the night that covers me Black as the pit from pole to pole I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul"
"In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed"
"Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the horror of the shade And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid"
"It matters not how straight the gate How charged with punishments the scroll I am the master of my fate I am the captain of my soul"
by W.E. Henley
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Poetry
May 25, 2008 14:09:45 GMT -5
Post by dreamgirl on May 25, 2008 14:09:45 GMT -5
I like that my absolute favorite of all time would have to be MISS ME -- BUT LET ME GO When I come to the end of the road And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room. Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little--but not too long And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we once shared, Miss me--but let me go.
For this is a journey that we all must take And each must go alone.
It's all a part of the Master's plan, A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds. Miss Me--But Let me Go!
I am not sure on the Author though..
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Poetry
May 31, 2008 23:36:26 GMT -5
Post by amylynn26 on May 31, 2008 23:36:26 GMT -5
Ok, this may sound a little dark , but I really like Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven" There is also another one by Poe about a catacomb. Not sure the name of it, but remember it a little from high school. Liked that one too.
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Poetry
Jul 5, 2008 16:09:44 GMT -5
Post by mattsmom on Jul 5, 2008 16:09:44 GMT -5
Alone In my own little world Is where I want to be
Free to express Myself Without judgment
Free to feel The sun On my face
Free to love Myself And be loved
Yes, I want my own little world But I am stuck here
Here where I am judged Where clouds cover my mind Where there is no love.
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Jul 5, 2008 16:11:06 GMT -5
Post by mattsmom on Jul 5, 2008 16:11:06 GMT -5
I write my own poems. I have loved writing since I was about 10 yo. I have even had a few published. Some are about love, some are dark, poetry helps me get my feelings out.
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Jul 5, 2008 16:11:32 GMT -5
Post by mattsmom on Jul 5, 2008 16:11:32 GMT -5
I long to hear you say My name With love in your voice
I long to hear you say You missed me And can’t live without me
I long to hear you say I am as beautiful as The first time we met
I long to hear you say My eyes remind you Of a deep blue sea
I long to hear you say You still love me.
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Poetry
Jul 5, 2008 16:12:04 GMT -5
Post by mattsmom on Jul 5, 2008 16:12:04 GMT -5
You look at me Like I am beautiful
My heart skips at beat When you are near
You pull me close Our bodies as one
Our lips touch Softly at first
The hunger builds Our lust for love
Our tongues Searching
Our souls Bare
Nothing will erase Our first kiss
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Jul 5, 2008 16:12:33 GMT -5
Post by mattsmom on Jul 5, 2008 16:12:33 GMT -5
I weep For the lost little souls.
I weep For those who have lost faith.
I weep For the mothers who lost children.
I weep Those lost in war.
I weep For those who will never see tomorrow.
I weep For those who can not see the truth.
I weep For our future.
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Jul 5, 2008 16:13:24 GMT -5
Post by mattsmom on Jul 5, 2008 16:13:24 GMT -5
I don't care if I win this last work contest today. I would just love to hear about what you think and feel when you read my poems. That is why I write. Thanks!!!
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Poetry
Jul 5, 2008 16:14:16 GMT -5
Post by mattsmom on Jul 5, 2008 16:14:16 GMT -5
Blankly you stare Barely aware I am here
Darkness fills your eyes Deep sadness
You look at me Almost looking past
I try to reach out But you push me away
I see misery Fills your soul
Your eyes are black Stone cold
Hurt, pain Fills you up
I am ugly You say
You are beautiful I say
I am nothing You say
You are special I say
I am stupid You say
You are wise I say
Slowly I see a change In your eyes
Some glimmer of light Trying to shine through
You try to slip back But I try to bring you forward
You make a difference I say
No one cares You say
Your life has meaning I say
To no one You say
To me I say
You matter to me You are me You are special You are smart You are beautiful
Slowly I see your bright blue eyes Shining back at me.
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Poetry
Jul 5, 2008 16:16:22 GMT -5
Post by momagarry on Jul 5, 2008 16:16:22 GMT -5
I KNOW WHY THE CAGED BIRD SINGS by Maya Angelou
A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill
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Jul 5, 2008 16:16:27 GMT -5
Post by mattsmom on Jul 5, 2008 16:16:27 GMT -5
You sit in the corner Alone
I look at you And our memories flood back
Late night feedings Holding my baby close
Rocking back and forth Into gentle slumber
Teething and tears Your gentle motion soothed.
Made of wood You are
Formed into a gentle Resting place for mother and child.
This is about my rocker chair. My youngest son would only go to sleep when I rocked him. He is now almost 6 and when I look at the chair, the wonderful memories flood back.
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Jul 5, 2008 16:18:18 GMT -5
Post by mattsmom on Jul 5, 2008 16:18:18 GMT -5
Your tummy hurts You feel so sick You call “Mommy, Mommy” I come running quick.
Tears in your eyes Your forehead hot Oh I wish I could make the pain stop.
Through out the night I hold you close To be there for you As you turn and toss.
In the morning After the long long night No more tummy ache Your eyes are again bright.
I kiss your forehead No more fever today I know you must be feeling better As you ask, “Can I go and play?”
I wrote this the day after my youngest son had the flu.
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Jul 5, 2008 16:19:32 GMT -5
Post by mattsmom on Jul 5, 2008 16:19:32 GMT -5
Beautiful dancer So graceful You glide across the stage With such confidence
Beautiful dancer Hair flowing Eyes shining Body glowing
Beautiful dancer Tears in my eyes To see you I feel much pride
Beautiful dancer Your movements Bring joy To my heart
Beautiful dancer Once a small child Grown now Into a young woman
Beautiful dancer My daughter My life My soul
I wrote this about my only daughter. She danced and when she did I always cried.
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Jul 5, 2008 16:24:38 GMT -5
Post by momagarry on Jul 5, 2008 16:24:38 GMT -5
PHENOMENAL WOMAN Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.
I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.
Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say, It's the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.
Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed. I don't shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say, It's in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care. 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.
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